I Let Them Throw Me Out Before They Learned What Richard Left Me

repeated.

I said yes and hung up.

Then I sat there with my phone in my lap while the ice machine down the hall coughed and clanked every fifteen minutes like a bad lung.

And finally, because there was no one left to be strong for, I cried into one of those stiff hotel towels.

Before Money, There Was Just Richard

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